Katya Tocci has never paid much attention to who lives next door – her career always kept her too busy. She’s a good girl, working her way to becoming the most sought after cake designer in all of San Francisco.

But even a good girl’s gotta cut loose once in a while, right? So one fake dating profile later, and she’s ready to tarnish her squeaky clean image. Little does she know, her fun time is closer to home than she ever imagined.

Throw in a neighbor who wants to corrupt her, and another who just wants to own her, and her entire world is flipped upside down.

Who knew neighbors could be so helpful?

Excerpt

It was no joke.

Liam had been waiting in the lobby for her at nine o’clock, sharp. Liam Edenhoff – “but everyone calls me Eden” – he’d introduced himself again to her before guiding her out to a taxi he’d had waiting.

She felt a little nauseous. She’d chugged down another half bottle of wine, and some crème de menthe, before heading downstairs to meet him. She’d almost talked herself out of going, but she’d made the mistake of telling her roommate Tori about the whole fiasco. Apparently, Katya owed it to women everywhere (and Tori in particular) to explore this opportunity to its fullest. She’d all but been shoved out the apartment, the door slammed and locked in her face.

“Nervous?” Liam Eden-whatever-his-name-was asked her as the cab slowed to a crawl.

“Nope,” Katya’s voice sounded overly loud.

“Liar. Tonight is gonna be an interesting night, angel cake.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“What’s your last name?”

“None of your business.”

“Okay then – when the gang bang starts, I’ll tell them to call you Katya X.”

She couldn’t stop the blush from happening that time. Liam burst out laughing, then soothed the sting by grabbing her hand.

Even when they got out of the cab, he didn’t let go of her. Normally, she would’ve been uncomfortable with a stranger assuming such a familiarity with her, but this time, she was thankful for it. She held onto him tightly as they walked down a crowded street. Then they turned into an alley, and his gang bang joke didn’t seem so funny. He led her to a plain door, above which a simple, small, neon sign spelled out “The Garden”. Outside were several small groups of people, chatting and smoking. Some of them called out greetings to him, all of them using his nickname, but a large and scary looking bouncer addressed him very properly.

“Hey, Mr. Edenhoff, wasn’t expecting you in tonight. Any problems?”

“Nope, just bringing a friend to show her the place, let her see what I do for a living.”

All the blood was quickly rushing from Katya’s limbs, pooling somewhere in her stomach. None of this was a joke. He really did own the place, that much was obvious.

As Liam led her through the door, though, Katya actually felt a surge of confidence. She was still nervous, still more than a little scared, but she was okay with it. Liam seemed like a nice guy, he wasn’t going to take her into some dark room and insert foreign objects into her orifices. She could leave whenever she wanted to, whenever it got too uncomfortable. Everything was fine, and for once, she was doing something exciting. She’d een have something interesting to talk about at work the next day.

Finally.

Katya and Liam had the perfect flattering quick-fire friendship that was hot as hell. In no time they were in the sack but when your first meeting of your hottie neighbor leads to finding out he’s the owner of a sex club and you’ve literally just vowed to let your hair down you definitely jump all in. Easily overlooking your completely opposite lifestyles and give in to everything you never dreamed of.

Strangers to accelerated besties they really showcased how easy it is to have a simple connection. And I’m not talking love.

At first lust? Yes.

The urge to play, absolutely.

The itch to take Mrs. Perfection and tie her in knots, oh yeah!!

This was literally a physical connection, the nice to naughty. At first, then opened up an easy and comical banter between the opposite sex. It was a joy to read. Made me smile and swoon and want more of them together. They were that easy together. They were informal, he made her think less and feel everything.

As you see I really loved Katya and Liam, incredibly so, but there is a little snag and I almost don’t want to bring him up but he’s a troll and I just don’t want to give him any lime light. He’s the real reason behind my rating. If this was solely about Katya and Liam and their delightful antics I would easily rate this a 5. I enjoyed them that much, even though there wasn’t this perfected romance, it was getting there, they were them- unique. I like that. I don’t want cookie cutter. They made me laugh and enjoy my reading time. Now, just as Katya is trying Liam on for size she also is opening up for whatever else… Liam and Katya just were. There was no ring, no commitment so when she starts seeing an old…acquaintance, Wulf…ahhh…I was intrigued at first by her thoughts of him but his actions made me want Liam that much more. I didn’t want her to give anything to this guy…time, words, screams. He rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t want this guy to have a shot. I think the answer is there, black and white. There is no choice (in my opinion), WHY AND WHAT IS SHE THINKING….THAT GUY??? HIM???? The ways he’s shown her?? Shake head, nope. I don’t see it. She had the attention she craved but she also had Liam. That would-IS enough for me. GIVE ME LIAM!!!!!

I’m a bit shocked at the turn of events. While one aspect I suspected but the depth of the truth, nah, didn’t see that one coming. I was so involved with Katya and Liam and didn’t give much thought to how this would actually end. I’m still waiting.

About the Author:

Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since … forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.